C
Nibblin' on sponge cake, watchin' the sun bake
G
All of those tourists covered with oil,
Strummin' my six-string on my front porch swing—
C
Smell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil.
F G C G
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
F G C G
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
F G C G F
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
G C
But I know it's nobody's fault.
C
I don't know the reason I stayed here all season,
G
Nothin' to show but this brand new tatoo,
But it's a real beautie, a Mexican cutie.
C
But how it got here I haven't a clue.
(CHORUS)
C
I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop-top,
G
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home,
But there's booze in the blender, and soon it will render
C
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
(CHORUS)
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F G C G F
Some people say that there's a woman to blame
G C
But I know it's my own damn fault.